5¢ piece guilt
What I really feel like now is some chips from the fish and chip shop just up the road. I have the exact change for some, but 30¢ of the change is made up of 5¢ pieces. For some reason I feel like a dick giving people 5¢ pieces. It makes me feel like I’m giving people the usless junk that I don’t want. It’s pretty much the equivalent of pissing on the cash-register. The dude there already hates me because I never order anything other than chips. I won’t be surprised if he throws my 5¢ pieces back in my face and tells me to go fuck myself. I would if I was him*
*I wouldn’t.
